Post by tprast on Jul 20, 2013 11:13:05 GMT -5
Sadly I helped my handsome boy cross the bridge and join his buddy Passion on July 2, 2013.
Always the boisterous and bouncing boy that just had to be "See more gotta be first" and never met a human that he didn't like. His entire life was spent trying to answer two questions "Who will pat me next" and "When do I get another biscuit".
He really was my kid that never grew up, but somehow got old. The last two years were a struggle for Peewee, enduring the loss of Passion and being alone for the first time, surviving an almost fatal surgery and the continual weakening of his legs thanks to old age. He could still manage to make me laugh with his silly antics and his constant excitement at meeting all the neighbours and their dogs. No matter how sore the legs were he could still manage an ears up bounce and tail wag "Lets play" greeting for all he met.
He was a master at grabbing anything he could out of the incoming grocery bags, helping himself to anything edible within reach (donuts and coffee were a favorite) even getting stuck in the middle of the raspberry patch cause that's where the biggest berries were. stealing tomatoes off the vine, and of course tearing open any package within the grasp of that long nose.
From the first meeting with the paw stretched through the crate and the whimpers asking for a pat Peewee could always put on a snuggle routine like no other, even inventing the pat 2 greys at once routine. As Passion was being petted on the top of the neck he would lay his chin on top of my hand so that as I moved my hand both were getting a pat.
Peewee we sure had us some good times! and your paw prints are all over my heart. How lucky I am that you chose me as your forever Dad. Run free my handsome boy.
Peewee & Passion, I adopted you, but you both rescued me
Always the boisterous and bouncing boy that just had to be "See more gotta be first" and never met a human that he didn't like. His entire life was spent trying to answer two questions "Who will pat me next" and "When do I get another biscuit".
He really was my kid that never grew up, but somehow got old. The last two years were a struggle for Peewee, enduring the loss of Passion and being alone for the first time, surviving an almost fatal surgery and the continual weakening of his legs thanks to old age. He could still manage to make me laugh with his silly antics and his constant excitement at meeting all the neighbours and their dogs. No matter how sore the legs were he could still manage an ears up bounce and tail wag "Lets play" greeting for all he met.
He was a master at grabbing anything he could out of the incoming grocery bags, helping himself to anything edible within reach (donuts and coffee were a favorite) even getting stuck in the middle of the raspberry patch cause that's where the biggest berries were. stealing tomatoes off the vine, and of course tearing open any package within the grasp of that long nose.
From the first meeting with the paw stretched through the crate and the whimpers asking for a pat Peewee could always put on a snuggle routine like no other, even inventing the pat 2 greys at once routine. As Passion was being petted on the top of the neck he would lay his chin on top of my hand so that as I moved my hand both were getting a pat.
Peewee we sure had us some good times! and your paw prints are all over my heart. How lucky I am that you chose me as your forever Dad. Run free my handsome boy.
Peewee & Passion, I adopted you, but you both rescued me